Will you accept the deal?
...
Verman Mercantile's fall was a descent not through space, but through layers of excruciating, unimaginable pain. Each layer was a torment, a cacophony of anguish that clawed at his very essence.
Verman Mercantile: (Voice a mere whisper against the void) This agony... it's as if the universe itself is ripping me apart!
The darkness was absolute, a void where even the concept of pain seemed inadequate. His body, if it could still be called that, was stretched and compressed in a thousand directions, each second an eternity of suffering.
Verman Mercantile: (Mind teetering on the brink)* I sought the forbidden, and this is my penance. Oh, what have I done?
His scream was a thing of raw power, echoing into the abyss, a testament to the price of his ambition.
And then, silence surrounded Verman......